When the second, even louder explosion came from the center of Red Street Market, Morris, Layork, and the others had already killed their way out of the Blood Bottle Gang members who were unable to unite due to the chaos in their commands. They saw Cenza dealing with Max the Clown from afar.
Cenza was nearly two meters tall, but he did not look thin. Instead, he looked strong and steady. His dark skin, straight yellow hair, and cold face made him look rather stern. However, the elders in the Brotherhood knew that the 'Crownless Fist' Cenza Myron was the leader of the Six Powerhouses. Other than the Three Great Assassins, he was the most reliable person in the Brotherhood. No, most of the time, he was more reliable than the Three Great Assassins.
"You call this psionic power?"
Cenza said in disdain as he looked coldly at the 'Knife-throwing Clown' Max, who was flying around on the roof and continuously shooting throwing knives from his bottomless dimensional pocket.
'Morris, Adrionsa, Layork … One supra class, two ordinary class experts … I wonder how many more people there are …' One of the eight Psionic Warriors of the Blood Bottle Gang, the 'Knife-throwing Clown' Alex, squatted on the roof. He had a grave expression on his face as he watched more and more Brotherhood's experts gather.
The elites of the Blood Bottle Gang under him had already been slaughtered.
There was also Cenza, who was close to supreme class.
The reinforcements from the Blood Bottle Gang were nowhere to be seen. There was still no news from the two supra classes, Song and Rubey, and Ralf. They had lost contact with Solo ten minutes ago. That coward, Tinker, was hiding in the dark and was most likely observing. As for Nemeno, he was the one in charge of Cenza. Since Cenza was unharmed, he should have already met the ferryman by Hell's River.
What was worse was that the air wall had disappeared after the explosion, but the Air Mystic's orders had yet to be heard.
Max's consideration did not last long.
Behind Cenza, one of the Thirteen Generals of the Brotherhood, the Northlander 'Steel Awl' Adrionsa, gritted his teeth and casually threw the head of Song, a supra class Psionic Warrior from the Eastern Continent, a puppeteer from the Mane Ye Kingdom, who was nicknamed 'Chaotic Divine Soldier', to the ground.
Clown pondered for a moment, took out two throwing knives from his Arcana Dimension, and put an oxygen tube (to guard against Morris' Arcana) in his mouth. At the same time, he made up his mind to leave immediately.
Under such circumstances, even the Air Mystic could not criticize his choice.
The next moment, Dante was shocked to see Cenza's fist flying towards his face.
Since when did Cenza's speed become so fast?
But then he saw a fat figure behind Cenza. It was Morris, who was gritting his teeth and activating his special ability.
He did not empty the air around me, the Clown thought in dismay and despair, but -- empty the air around Cenza?
When the air wall disappeared after the first explosion, Morris knew that something unexpected had happened tonight. When the second explosion sounded in the distance, Morris realized that it was time to fight back.
Without a word, he decisively emptied the path between Cenza and Cax.
Cenza sensed the changes in his surroundings. The boxer who had worked with him for many years instantly held his breath and punched out at a speed several times faster than usual while ignoring air resistance!
The battle did not last long.
When Cenza effortlessly pinched Cax's two throwing knives and used his terrifying iron fists to shatter the Arcana Dimension that Morris relied on for survival (The Clown relied on this Arcana Dimension to block long-range attacks, and stored oxygen and throwing knives in preparation, so that Morris could not do anything to him), Layork had already landed behind him silently.
Morris, who had used his Arcana, bent over and panted with his hands on his knees. His fat flesh trembled on his face. He did not look at the Clown, who was already certain to become a dead man. Instead, he turned to Cenza and said, "The second -- the second explosion came from the depths of Red Street Market. There must be an accident that we don't know about.
But no matter what, the air wall has failed. The Air Mystic is definitely -- definitely in trouble! And we have already retreated far enough, and our manpower has also gathered -- almost gathered. " Morris calmed himself down and made the judgment wisely. "Both Song and Kes were killed here. If this is the bait to lure us, the taste of the bait should be enough for us to try our best!"
Layork ignored Cax's pleas for mercy and coldly slit his neck, which was covered in oil paint. He nodded. "After the road was cleared, there was a report from the frontline that they found the corpse of the 'Phantom Wind Follower' Ralf. Behind us, Lady Lance sent us the news of Sven and Dorno's deaths. Including Cax, the enemy has lost more than half of their combat power in Eternal Star City."
In response, Cenza put down his smoking fist. His reply was very short.
"Then let's fight back!"
And so, the dawn of Red Street Market was greeted with blood.
When Nale Rick, who was appointed by Lance as the logistics commander, saw the scene of Morris and Cenza's blood-soaked return at the junction of High C Area and Red Street Market, the sky was already bright.
Morris patted his shoulder and exhaled. He smiled and said, "Although there were some ups and downs during the process, but —"
"— Red Street Market is ours."
"As expected," Rick replied with a smile. In his mind, he was thinking about how to report the escape of the child beggars from the Abandoned Houses and Quide's death.
'At least that ghost will not come again.'
Rick thought. His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on a figure in a mysterious cloak in the distance.
'Also, with Lady Lance's promise, I will not be demoted too badly.'
The 'Silent Killer' Layork did not even look at Rick. He walked past him, ignoring the blood stains on his face, and hugged the 'Philanderer' Felicia, who was behind Rick.
"You are not dead yet?" Felicia did not look worried at all. She coughed and laughed.
"Other than you, who else can kill me?" Layork laughed sinisterly and kissed the woman's lips.
"Did anyone see Edmund?" Cenza's voice came from the crowd. "Without him, I would not have been able to take down the 'Chaotic Divine Weapon' so easily!"
"Damn chef." Cenza saw that no one responded and could only curse. "You run away when it's time to drink!"
Errol World, Year 672 of the Calendar of Eradication. In the early morning of the 16th of November, the second largest kingdom in the Western Peninsula, Constellation, had a bloody and cruel 'One Night War' in Red Street Market.
This was an asymmetrical battle. From the beginning, the Brotherhood of Black Street had stepped into the Blood Bottle Gang's ambush and trap. However, the result of the bloody battle shocked many people.
In this battle, the Brotherhood of Black Street had lost 214 people and 367 were injured. Among the Thirteen Generals, nine of them participated in the battle and seven of them were injured. Morris and Cenza, the two giants, fought until the end and survived.
As for the 'aristocratic gang' Blood Bottle Gang, they suffered the greatest defeat in their history. They lost 445 people and 290 were injured. Of the Twelve Strongest who participated in the battle, eight died in battle. Of the eight Psionic Warriors, five died in battle. There were even rumors that the Air Mystic, who commanded the operation and appeared in public for the first time in more than ten years, had disappeared.
That night, the explosion in the center of Red Street Market woke up almost every citizen of the capital in Eternal Star City. Of the innocent civilians in Red Street Market, 1,229 were affected. Of them, 275 died in the explosion, 438 were injured, and 516 were homeless.
Red Street Market, especially the central area, was also severely damaged. This matter was even mentioned by the Chief Garrison Officer of the capital at the Imperial Conference the next day. The agenda was only second to the discussion of the tax exemption for the development of the border counties and the matter of how to receive the Eckstedt envoy. In the end, the Imperial Conference ordered the Western City Police Station to act quickly to 'quell civil conflict and stop private fights'.
From then on, Red Street Market had changed hands. This meant that the Brotherhood's forces had completely invaded Western District. The balance of power in Constellation's underground world had begun to tilt towards the Brotherhood.
—
However, what many people did not know was that at the same time that night, another major event that would change Constellation's future fate happened.
Thales was awkwardly carried by Yodel — the strange masked man, the strange masked man, the strange masked man, the strange masked man, the strange masked man, the strange masked man, Thales kept repeating this phrase in his heart three times.
Thales felt that he could no longer remain silent.
"Say it again. Why are you looking for me?" the prince asked in pain as he looked at the distant sky that was gradually brightening.
"To reunite you with your father," Yodel said respectfully. He crouched down and tapped on the surface of a river, creating a circle of ripples as he passed through an opening under a bridge.
Thales rolled his eyes.
"So, who are you?"
"Your father's secret protector," Yodel said respectfully as he passed through a tall sentry tower. The guard in the sentry tower did not even blink when he saw such a big man carrying a child.
Thales sighed.
"Are you mistaken? I am just a child beggar who ran away! "
"Absolutely not. This is God's will," Yodel said respectfully as he stepped on a gold shop's signboard. Yodel said respectfully. He stepped on a gold shop's signboard. The signboard that was hung by a chain did not even sway.
Thales felt that he was going crazy.
"Who is my father?!"
"A lord that I respect very much," Yodel said respectfully. He flashed past a white eagle that was hunting for a swallow. His speed shocked both the swallow and the white eagle.
Thales was in complete despair.
He did not reveal any key information at all, but instead made people think, "Wow, he's so polite, I don't want to make things difficult for him." What was he trying to do?!
Thales gave up.
When they realized that they had made a mistake, Thales thought to himself, 'They won't kill me to silence me, right?'
The prince tilted his head and waited for the sunrise. At the same time, he asked in a bored manner,
"Yodel."
"Yes."
"Don't tell me you came from a diplomatic background."
"No."
"That's a pity. The way you speak is quite suitable."
"Thank you for your recognition."
Yodel did not seem to hear Thales' sarcasm and continued to speak respectfully.
He flipped over a high wall and landed silently like a spider in front of a street with exquisite flower beds on both sides.
Then, out of Thales' expectations, Yodel stopped.
In front of them, there was a simple but heavy carriage.
In front of the carriage, a middle-aged man with grayish-white hair walked slowly towards them with a lamp in his hand.
Yodel put Thales down gently.
When the prince landed on the ground, he suddenly turned his head to look at Yodel. He felt that he was a little … Hmm, not happy?
The middle-aged man walked closer. With the light from the lamp in his hand, Thales could not help but notice that he was dressed in simple but heavy clothes.
The middle-aged man had a broad chin, which made him look amiable. Above his lips was a short beard that was neatly taken care of, showing respect. However, his cheekbones were high and he looked a little stern. The bridge of his nose was a little soft, but it also seemed gentle.
'This is probably a very complicated person,' Thales thought to himself.
He raised his right hand, which was covered in a black glove, and lifted his cylinder top hat before he bowed slightly.
"Good morning." Unlike Yodel's hoarse and solemn voice, this voice sounded steady and reassuring.
'This is a noble, a great noble,' Thales concluded.
'Could he be?'
However, Yodel's words made him retract this thought.
The masked man's tone was calm, but his tone was rude.
"Why are you here?"
The middle-aged noble nodded slightly and smiled. He did not feel offended as he answered, "To be absolutely safe."
"He doesn't believe me?" Even Thales could hear Yodel's dissatisfaction.
"He trusts you very much. He is even willing to entrust his life to you," the middle-aged noble said slowly.
"But I don't believe you, and you know why!"
Thales felt as if there was a bolt of lightning flowing between Yodel and the middle-aged noble!
Yodel was silent for a moment. Unexpectedly, he did not reply.
The middle-aged noble did not look at Yodel again. Instead, he slowly squatted down with a moderate smile on his face.
"Child," he said to Thales, "I know you have had a hard journey."
The middle-aged noble looked at the wounds and blood on Thales' body. He took out the glove on his right hand and reached out to touch Thales' wounds. Every time he touched a spot, he frowned slightly.
"I am very sorry, but please believe me, child. After one more procedure, your misfortune will end here."
Thales, who was not used to this, wanted to say something, but he saw the middle-aged noble put down the lamp in his hand and grab the prince's right hand.
Then, he took out an exquisite sheathed dagger from his bosom!
Thales instinctively wanted to shrink back, but his right hand was firmly grabbed by the middle-aged noble!
"What do you want to do —" Thales asked anxiously. The middle-aged noble only stared at him firmly and did not let go of his hand. At the same time, he slowly pulled out the dagger.
* Slap! *
It was Yodel.
He bent down and pressed his hand firmly on the middle-aged noble's shoulder!
Through the mask, Thales could not see Yodel's face clearly. But for some reason, Thales was very grateful to this "father's secret protector".
There was no other reason than that he had seen too much blood and blades that night.
"Yodel!" The middle-aged noble seemed to be very dissatisfied. He raised his head, frowned, and spoke in a low but unquestionable voice.
He said in a low but unquestionable voice, "You know this is necessary!"
Thales raised his head and looked at Yodel. He felt a little anxious, even though he vaguely knew that the middle-aged noble did not want to do anything harmful to him.
"Then use his own dagger!" Yodel said coldly.
The middle-aged noble stared at Yodel. At that moment, his eyes seemed to be filled with frost.
After a long while, the middle-aged noble compromised. He nodded and stuffed the dagger back into his bosom.
Only then did Yodel let go of the middle-aged noble's shoulder.
"Don't panic, child." The middle-aged noble shifted his gaze back to Thales. His tone became gentle again. "I'm just taking a blood sample."
Thales looked at him.
The middle-aged noble's gaze was very gentle, but also very determined.
So, the prince nodded.
Waiting for his own fate.
The middle-aged noble reached out and removed the sheathless JC dagger wrapped in cloth from Thales' thigh. He pulled it out and burned it on the lamp.
Then, Thales did not feel much pain. The middle-aged noble used JC to pick out a drop of blood from his right middle finger.
'What is he doing? With the level of technology in this world, can they still do DNA tests?
What if they find out that I'm the real me? '
Under Thales' curious and anxious gaze, the middle-aged noble gently dripped that drop of blood on the ground.
The next moment, Thales felt a familiar burning sensation. It surged from his heart, from his blood vessels, from his muscles, and from his entire body!
"Ah!" he could not help but cry out.
But the middle-aged noble's gaze was not on him.
Thales turned his head and followed the middle-aged noble's excited gaze to the lamp he had put down.
* Swoosh! *
The originally calm flame was now burning rapidly and explosively! The flame grew bigger and bigger, and the center of the flame turned from orange to bloody red!
The flame slanted in his direction.
Thales suddenly understood something.
The blood that dripped on the ground.
The red and enlarged flame of the lamp.
A sudden wave of fear surged in Thales' heart. He turned his head to look at Yodel as if asking for help.
The masked man reached into his bosom and took out a glass bottle. Inside was a small flame.
It was a tinder.
At this moment, the flame in the glass bottle was as red as blood, and its center was slightly slanted.
Thales turned his head to look at the lamp on the ground, then at the tinder in Yodel's hand, and then at the blood on the ground. His face turned pale.
The flame took a long time to return to normal.
"Impossible …" he muttered.
"I was only sure it was you when we reached Red Street Market," Yodel said hoarsely.
The middle-aged noble seemed very excited. He carefully put away the JC dagger in his hand and said respectfully, "Now —"
But the prince interrupted him with his action.
Thales clenched his teeth. His left hand suddenly clenched his right middle finger, squeezing a few more drops of blood out of the small wound and onto the ground!
* Puff! *
The flame on the ground grew bigger again and became crimson red.
"This is the Divine Art that Head Ritual Master Liscia set up twelve years ago. As long as your blood drips on the ground of the capital, the Bloodline Lamp will light up in the darkness," the middle-aged noble said while trembling.
Thales suddenly understood.
The day he was beaten up by Quide, his blood dripped onto the ground.
The day Quide slaughtered the child beggars, his blood dripped onto the ground.
When he hit a wall in the air wall, his blood dripped onto the ground.
When Asda used mystic energy to murder him, his blood also dripped onto the ground.
Thales sighed helplessly.
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